I seem to be into poems lately, but the email I recently received just begged to be passed on. It wasn't signed so I can't give credit to the writer, but here it is from Anonymous:
Dust if you must...but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter,
bake cookies or a cake or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between
want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around, again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind
old age will come and it's not kind.
and when you go -- and go you must --
you, yourself will make more dust!
